by LivingLethal » Fri Oct 13, 2017 2:49 am
Dear Diary,
It's taken a long time, but I think I'm finally starting to adjusting. I've refrained from writing of this, even to think of his name, but not a day goes by when I don't think of my confession and his rejection. We spoke as usual afterward, but it wasn't the same. Now, having some hindsight, I'm so glad that he didn't accept.
It was a routine day today; I finished my shift at the donut shop, and Isaiah rolled up on his skateboard. We shared a look of acknowledgement and he went outside, while I grabbed his chocolate and my strawberry donut and headed out to the beach as well. The air is always so fresh and salty by the coast, which makes me grateful that I get to work by it every day.
Isaiah likes to look at the water. I think it calms him. When I sat beside him on the smooth sand, he grabbed his donut and said, "Ramona, look at the waves."
I'm not going to lie, it kind of confused me so I just looked at him instead. But I'm glad I did, because I think I realized again that I loved him - not in the way I thought when he rejected me, but as a brother. I unfolded the brown paper bag and grabbed my strawberry donut and his chocolate. He took his, and I took mine. Then, I just watched the waves as they crashed on the shore again, and again, and again.
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LivingLethal on Wed Oct 25, 2017 11:36 am, edited 1 time in total.